Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.